Davina’s POVSix Months LaterThe scent of blooming gardenias and crisp sea salt drifted through the open French doors of the estate, carrying the gentle warmth of an late-afternoon breeze. Outside, the sunlight danced across the tranquil waters of the bay—a serene expanse of blue that bore no trace of the storm that had once threatened to drag our lives into the abyss.I stood before the tall arched mirror, brushing my fingers over the fine silk lace of my wedding gown. High on my collarbone, just catching the ambient light, sat the pale, thin line of a faded scar. Months ago, it would have brought a shudder. Today, it felt like a silent trophy—proof that I had bled, survived, and stepped through the fire whole.The legal fallout had been absolute. The state trial had dragged out every ugly secret, but the justice was swift and unyielding. Federica and Cecilia were both serving maximum, un-parolable sentences in a federal penitent
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